Wholehearted

See the remains

The foundations of a village

Two thousand Native Americans

Living nine hundred years ago

Wholehearted

 

Climb down a ladder

Cozy dirt floor basement

Feel the spirits together

 

Imagine their life

Hunting two hours a day

Grow vegetables and potatoes

Come back and tell a story

 

Mom asks

Do they live long?

And answer

I don't think so

 

They faced

The risks of childbirth

The cold Winter and the hot Summer

Sickness and disease

Threats of the beast

 

But still

Were their eyes gleaming when they told stories around the fire?

When they sang and danced together were their hearts full of power?

 

But still

Us lonely modern people with gleaming screens.

Why the draw toward wholehearted times?

Wholehearted